Inuyasha:The third sword

 Again we are in the room where I accepted the job, only now an aura of melancholy and silence hangs in the air, making it clear that this is a delicate situation. 

"So my son.... "

Her voice was twisted by the sadness contained in every word, still she clung to the slightest chance that her son was alive, and it shows in the slight hope in her eyes. 

"The cave where the ogres gathered was... unrecognizable. All the remains were in precarious condition and those of humans were kept with those of animals, making it impossible to verify the provenance or origin of the bone."

To finish my answer, I place the head I've been carrying with me for quite some time on the table and stand waiting for Izayoi's next words, who has red eyes. 

"I understand, we'll continue talking later."

Sadness had even consumed her fear of the so-called demon, but it's not like I didn't understand, when my father died, even if I had barely seen him a few years ago, the pain I felt covered everything else I felt in that instant. 

"He took me back."

Giving a slight nod to the grieving Izayoi, I silently withdraw from the room and go straight to the room where he put me up. 

Opening the sliding door I find Akemi and Miko talking, while the latter keeps lying on the futon in the middle of the room. 

"Onii-chan. Miss Kikyo is up!"

I wanted to roll my eyes at her words, she said literally I'm looking her in the eyes right now, but knowing that this girl changes moods like a whole expert actress, she used my father's technique, that is, a smile on her face and two pats on her head, before turning her towards the young girl again. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Christopher."

Sitting at some distance from the priestess, as it seems as if I'm going to break into pieces the moment Akemi leaves the room, I introduce myself before extending my hand towards her. 

There was only silence in the room, at the same time the priestess stared at my hand for a few seconds until she withdrew it. Oh, right, she must not be popular around here. 

"Kikyo. My name is Kikyo, just like this girl here said."

Her voice was soft and she even lightly stroked Akemi's hair, while a small smile adorned her face. That's not to say that the danger I feel from her has been reduced, I can now feel the look she directs towards my forehead every few seconds, setting my warning bells ringing. 

"So Miss Kikyo, can you perhaps tell me how you end up floating adrift in the river?"

My words caused her eyes to blur for a few moments, at the same time the danger felt increased exponentially. Those were intense seconds and just as she seems about to open her mouth to answer my question, from the side jumps Akemi breaking the tension in the air. 

"Onii-chan, the priestess just got up and you're already inquiring all about her life. Now go get her something to eat or healthy clothes."

"OK, OK, I'll go see what I can get."

Quickly lifting my body under Kikyo's watchful gaze, I take a few slow steps towards the sliding door and walk out of that suffocating room. 

Wait! Because I'm following a girl's orders. Well, it's not like I want to be in there any longer either, she seems like a dangerous person. 

...Kikyo pov….

"Hum, hum, I knew he missed me. So much so that he even heeded me without hesitation."

Taking my gaze away from the door through which that demon just exited, I focus on the happy girl who has been by my side since I woke up. What I'm looking for in her is some kind of charm or curse that makes her obedient to that demon. 

"Why are you calling that demon Onii-chan?"

Her reaction was as if she had stepped into a trap, her happy face crumpled and small tears seemed to fill her eyes. 

She again tried to look for some sign of mind control over her that would make her react like this to my words, but she's still a resounding negative even in this situation. 

"Onii-chan is not a demon! He's good, he plays with me, he talks to me, and, and you're the demon!"

Even though I knew it was the ramblings of a girl who hadn't seen the world, I couldn't stand it, all this will go looking for something to come out a place to retaliate, even if it's just words.

"Hahaha, you're a little girl who doesn't know anything and that thing must be fooling you, but I don't blame you, everyone can fall for his lies given enough time. Now I'll open your eyes, he's one of those fox demons that eat children, burn fields and seduce people for his own amusement."

These were words of hatred and baselessness coming from my lips, am I even worthy of judging others now that I am in this situation? But what's said is said, and before I can apologize for my words, I watch as her tears stream down and her snot is no exception. 

"You, you, you, you are bad. Uwaa I'm going home."

What have I done? Take it out on a little girl... So low have I fallen that I can't even control my most basic emotions. 

Despite my self reflection, my arms refuse to move to stop her and my lips won't open to apologize... Hahaha, really bad.